Staring directly at the bulge in my pants, she asked, "I have to ask, were you thinking about me peeing?" Now it was my turn to become a little red-fa...ed as I looked at her and said, "Does that bother you if I were?" "Not in the slightest, it's kind of interesting. I've never known a guy that was interested in watching me pee before. I guess we are past the point of being coy, so I'll just ask... Can I see your cock?" She hadn't raised her glance to my eyes. I thought for a moment, and replied,. The dance of the seven veils took on new meaning when Marisol Hari used it to catapult her presence into the den of scheming spies and assassins swirling about in a backdrop of black market deals and international arms trafficking. Her luscious hips were a perpetual motion machine that distracted eyes and brains while she plotted to find chinks in every player's defenses.The dancing girl who took her under her wing took great care in schooling Marisol in the ways of manipulating men to give up. She handed over the chain and the lock. And while I bent down to fasten the chain to her suitcase she lifted her legs on the seat pulling her thighs on her chest. The saree was pulled against her exposed lower torso. I could swear that O could se the faint outlines of her pelvic mount and the outlines of her inner thighs and the faint outline of her couch. By now my cock were firming up.“Thanks, You are so kind, “She smiled ,”I see you too are going to Patna.” “I had come to visit my son for a. We had fucked our brains out literally, I couldn’t’ even think, I just zoned and felt every sensation as it occurred. My eyes half closed and my cock slowing going down inside her bottom. I was so relaxed, and comfortable. I lay there on the edge of passing out, and thought how nice if felt to be still deep inside her. I could feel the intense warmth of her bottom and the gooey stickiness of my cum. Her bottom muscles where pulsing slowly around my cock, almost milking it. I then realized that.